After the king of Xiyue, the queen, and Mrs. Yu all entered the Jixian Hall and sat down, the people who stood on both sides of the hall sat down after the king of Xiyue sang the promise, only to see the palace underwear fragrant sideburns, and the palace maids served. Mo Zilan lives on the steps under the position of King Xiyue, with jade white clothes and white jade hairpins, gentle and elegant, more and more handsome like a jade person. Mo Ziyan and Mo Ziyao sat on the steps below Mo Zilan, Mo Ziyan was handsome, and Mo Ziyao was bright.

The woman in the main hall boldly looked directly at Shizi Zilan, and timidly took a sneak look at it with a handkerchief, and her cheeks turned red; as for Mo Ziyan, she had already married Wu Shilang, who was in charge of the soldiers and horses of Xiyue Kingdom, but was quieter. The young men all admired Mo Ziyao, and when they saw her eyes sweeping, they all sat upright, or tidied up their robes, which were already so neat that they couldn't be more neat. Mo Zilan's face did not change, Mo Ziyao also had a dignified demeanor, only the wind swept across the hall, and finally settled at Ji Yuchen's place to look at him quietly, seeing that he was wearing a dark cloth robe, he frowned very quickly, and then looked away quietly.

Han Fang noticed Mo Ziyao's gaze, approached Ji Yuchen and lowered his voice and said, "Brother Ji is not married yet, but no woman has caught his eye? ”

Before Ji Yuchen could answer, Gongsun Yue lowered his voice and said, "Don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum! This woman is very scheming and is not worthy of Ah Chen." Ji Yuchen gently bowed his head in agreement. Gongsun Yue grabbed his son's sleeve and explained softly: "Fang'er, most of the ladies in Xiyue are present today, you take a closer look, if there is a favorite woman, my mother will propose marriage!" Han Fang leaned on his mother's ear and replied in a low voice: "Mother, how can the women in the hall be as good as Ah Ling." Don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum!" Gongsun Yue stared at Han Fang with wide eyes for a long time and said softly: "Ling'er is still young, are you serious?" Han Fang straightened his posture and replied in Gongsun Yue's ear: "Mother, my son couldn't be more serious." Ah Ling has been following you for a long time, don't you like it? Do you think to yourself, which woman in this Xiyue has Ah Ling's temperament and temperament? If you like it, wouldn't you be happier to become your daughter-in-law in the future?" Gongsun Yue shook her head and said: "Ling'er has such a look and such a heart, is she sure that she will like you? Han Fang replied with a smile: "So, mother, my son is going to chase your daughter-in-law now, and you and your father will go back first after the feast is over." After saying that, he sneaked out of the hall, Ji Yuchen thought that he disliked the atmosphere of the hall and slipped out, and was about to go out with him, so he might as well be stopped by Gongsun Yue and chatted a few words, and then looked at it, and Han Fang was no longer visible, so he gave up.

Han released the Jixian Palace, evaded the palace guards and arrived at the Moli Palace, looked at the plaque hanging in front of the palace door and sneered and jumped into the courtyard, and was about to take a step when he saw the door of the main hall open, Mo Ziling stood at the door and saw that it was him, raised his eyebrows and did not speak, waiting for him to enter the hall. I saw a few dishes and snacks on the desk in the hall, and Ah Ling's nurse stood at the table and looked at him stiffly. Mo Ziling moved over a footstool and placed a pair of dishes and chopsticks, let Han Fang sit on the chair she was sitting on before, and then pulled Wanniang to sit down and sat down on the footstool herself.

While putting cloth vegetables for Han, he asked, "Why did Senior Brother come over?"

Han Fang looked at the few dishes on the table, knowing that Mo Ziling was cooking by himself, he was even more satisfied, and said with a smile: "Senior brother knows that Ah Ling has good dishes here." Besides, Ah Ling is a little deserted here, senior brother is here to add some popularity to you!"

Mo Ziling didn't say anything more, and ate the dishes silently. Wan Niang, who was on the other side, looked at Han Fang carefully, and the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became, noticing Wan Niang's eyes, Han Fang stood up and bowed respectfully to her and said, "Nurse Niang, the junior has been here before." In the past few years, you have worked hard to take care of Ah Ling. Wan Niang hurriedly helped him up, waited for him to sit down and said, "Ah Ling is a poor child, fortunately there are you." He wiped away tears as he spoke.

Mo Ziling comforted Wan Niang a few words, she didn't feel that she had any pity, and now it was very good. After the meal, the bowl was removed, the teapot and the teacup were replaced, the tea was brewed and sat down again, and Wan Niang had returned to the side hall. Mo Ziling listened to the sound of fireworks coming from the sky above the royal city outside the hall, and slowly sipped tea. Han Fang looked at the quiet Mo Zi Ling, and then looked at the cold arrangement in the hall, a trace of pain crossed his heart, and he couldn't help but pull her out of the hall and stand in the courtyard to watch the fireworks in the night sky.

Dingding looked at Mo Ziling's side face for a long time and said: "Ah Ling, can you go to Taihua Mountain with your senior brother in two days?"

Mo Ziling turned his head to look at Han Fang with a question in his eyes. Being watched so intently by the person he liked, Han Fang said with some discomfort on his face: "We originally lived in Taihua Mountain, and we haven't brought some good things down the mountain in a hurry before. You also have a few days off for the New Year's Festival, so let's stay for a few days and find some back. Besides, you have never been out of Licheng, so you should go out and see it; Taihua Mountain gathers the aura of heaven and earth, and if you go, it will be of great benefit to your spiritual cultivation. ”

Thinking silently, looking at the courtyard where he had been detained for thirteen cold and summer months, Mo Ziling nodded lightly. Han Fangxi said: "I'm going to prepare my luggage for the next two days, and on the third day of the new year, you go to the other courtyard early and we'll set off." After speaking, he took out a white hosta carved with clusters of osmanthus flowers from his sleeve and put it in Mo Ziling's hand and whispered: "Ah Ling is a year older again, this is carved by the senior brother himself, and he gave it to Ah Ling, and I wish Ah Ling a smile." ”

Mo Ziling spread out his palms and looked at the jade hairpin carefully. After a while, it was handed back to Han Fang: "Senior brother, thank you, but, Ah Ling can't accept it." The wooden hairpin that my sister gave me is enough. ”

Han Fang didn't answer, only said in a low voice: "The dull and light yellow body is soft, and the love is far away, and only the fragrance remains." Why should it be light blue and dark red, it is the first class among flowers. Ah Ling, you are like this osmanthus. Although Zilan is taking care of you, the senior brother is only a junior sister like you, do you have to refuse the slightest care of the senior brother?" (I was too lazy to think of poetry, so I copied a word from Yi'an Jushi Yong Osmanthus)

After a moment of silence, Mo Ziling put away the hosta, put it in his sleeve, and saluted Han Fang and said lightly: "Thank you, senior brother, Ah Ling has written it down." Seeing that it was already the hour, he urged Han Fang to go back to the house to accompany the master and his wife to keep the New Year. After Han let him go, Mo Ziling returned to the room, put the hosta in the wooden box on the desk, and after washing it, sat down at the desk and picked up the book.

Han Fang returned to the courtyard, his father and mother were already in the flower hall, Ji Yuchen accompanied Han Daolin to play chess, and Gongsun Yue watched from the side, adding some tea for them from time to time. Seeing his son come in, he got up and walked up to him, took off the crane for him, hung it on the wooden frame next to him, gently beat his son's shoulder, and whispered: "Dead boy, do you still know that you will come back to accompany your father and mother to celebrate the New Year?" Han Fang helped his mother sit down and quietly replied: "Mother, my son is very filial!"

After Ji Yuchen left a son, he asked Han Fang: "Brother Han, why don't you see Ah Ling today?" He is Zilan's personal follower, shouldn't the New Year's banquet be more with Zilan?" He was allowed to stay at home with his orphan mother during the holidays. ”

Ji Yuchen nodded and said, "Zilan is really warm", and then focused on the chessboard again.

In the palace Caiwei Palace, Mo Ziyao took off the hairpin ring and sent the palace maid to lie quietly on the couch and meditate on Ji Yuchen. Although he only glanced at it a few times, this person's dress was not outstanding, but his grace and bearing were far inferior to all the sons of the Xiyue clan. Even if he has always had a high heart, he can't help but feel broken at a glance, but he just has to wait and see if this person is eloquent? Thinking of his brother Mo Ziyan, he couldn't help frowning······